In a few days time we’re back home in Sweden and we’ll head out on the road with KSMB, Sixten Redlös and Matriarkatet.
DON’T MISS THIS!!! \m/
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On Saturday we’re doing a photo shoot in Uppsala with Gustaf Sandholm Andersson from rawfoto.se
We’ve got some new members as you know already.. I’m guessing.
Time to show their fugly faces too!!
Today I listened to The Clash and some Lucinda Williams. But you would find records by everybody from Mastodon to Swedish crooner Gunnar Wiklund in my record collection.
I think that depends on what you would think is embarrassing, but give me two bottles of red wine and access to Spotify and you will find out. Sooner or later you will cringe.
I think that would be cooking. Well, it might not be such a hidden talent. And I’m not completely rubbish at reversing with a trailer.
Maybe not scary as such, but I once thought I was going to die at a concert. I fell down in the mosh pit at a Napalm Death gig at Cirkus in Stockholm. I remember looking up at the painted ceiling and just feeling surprised that this was my last moment. The next second someone pulled my to my feet. But it was not the way I thought I would react. And was really scary to drive alone in the middle of the night over mountains in a blizzard.
I have had more jobs than average concerning shit, feces, metabolical waste. But the most hilarious job, to anyone who knows how athletic I am, is when I was a substitute gym-teacher.
Apart from the obvious answers like my girlfriend, kid, cats and dogs, I love the balance and contrast in my life. Sometimes I’m on tour, playing loud music on stage and sometimes I’m at home sitting outside my house listening to the wind in the trees and birds singing.
I have no idea. Either, something irrational or something very rational. I think that depends on if I accept my fate or not.
A great gig in bar is still better than a mediocre one at Madison Square Garden.
I listen to documentaries without music.
Don’t know. I hope I might find my MP3 player.
I can snort a condom trough my nostril and throat.
Sleeping. Great feeling!
I know. I do the same as I always do.
Don’t really listen to music lately but when I do it’s Blackstar and Diamond Dogs by Bowie.
Doc McStuffins & other soundtracks from children’s tv shows.
Can pick my nose with my tongue. It keeps my fingers clean!
Being born! Took my poor ma an eternity to get me out. Aside from that, maybe before going onstage at Sweden Rock Festival.
Been in a whole heap of factory jobs, apprentice electrician, bar worker.
My family, cause they’re my life, my friends, cause they’re tolerant, writing songs, cause it’s fun, and David Bowie, cause he’s my idol.
Watch marathons of Kitchen Nightmares & Hotel Hell and pray Gordon Ramsay will somehow scare the apocalypse from taking effect.
Ryan’s of Odense or Wembley stadium! 😉
A bit of everything depending on mood, a lot of soul and jazz lately. Always return to The Waterboys though.
Don’t use a mp3 player anymore.
Used to have “slave to love” with Bryan Ferry ffs.
And a Shaggy song! =D
I’m a decent chessplayer.
When my brother was drunk and fell off a ladder and I thought he broke his neck.
Worked at a hospital, as a cleaner, in advertisments and gardening.
Travelling, both an escape from the mundane and very rewarding, as they say, it broadens the mind.
It’s always around the corner if you read the news. I think it moved in there and is happy to stay.
Would be great to take this show to Dublin, what venues are there? Vicar Street?
Right now I’m into indie-dreampop, shoegaze and old school american hip-hop. Also really enjoy the swedish folk musician Björn Cardenas and the celt punks The Mahones. I’m weird one, I know.
I don’t listen to embarrassing music, but the occasional Simply the best by Tina Turner pops up once in a while.
I make a really good cowboy soup.
Driving a super shitty and huge camper in left-traffic in New Zealand on super shitty serpentine roads, hungover.
Went from salesman to warehouse boy, delivering furnitures around Uppland (Sweden).
I like to see myself as a young (but way lazier and untrained) Thomas Wassberg, hehehe.
Hitting the ski-tracks a sunny winter morning, crossing the mires is almost as fantastic as doing a great gig.
Probably eating brains.
Torsten Flinks garage or maybe Dahalla. Can’t decide.
Nothing stored or saved, but every now and then Careless Whisper comes on. But that’s not embarrassing, that song’s ace!
I can make the sound that Super Mario does when he jumps.
Every time I’m forced to watch a horror movie.
Paper boy, substitute teacher, warehouse hand, among other.
Other than my family and friends, music. Can’t imagine a life without music.
Look for a spot with the best view.
“Front row seats to the apocalypse”, has a nice ring to it.
Not sure about venue, but I’d love to tour in Japan.